So, what is it then, this life? What is it good for? What do I do with it? Good question. These days I spend a lot of time with work. Work defines my days. Getting up early to head to office, coming back late, tired and exhausted. Day for day, the same pattern. But don’t get me wrong, I like my job. I like what I’m doing. It simply fills my days and became an important factor in my life, actually the important factor. Weekdays there is not much else. Weekends are different, but not much. Catching up with necessary tasks like refilling the empty fridge or cleaning the apartment. Some sports maybe. And then I usually need to catchup with some sleep. Not very exciting actually.

Sure there are other weekends too, weekends in the mountains. Weekends where I feel alive. Sitting somewhere in the mountains, having breakfast and enjoying the view, the peace, the silence. I feel happy then and the daily routine with all it’s noise vanishes, like the morning fog on a sunny day in the mountains. I feel free in such moments and happy and grateful. This is what I consider as living. But such moments are rare. A couple of them a year maybe. But that’s worth it. Compared to those moments everything else appears dull and grey.

But that’s it then? Many grey days with a few shiny moments here and then? This is my life? Sounds terribly wrong somehow. Why do I live like that? Doesn’t make too much sense actually. I think it’s time for a change.